More than just some metal. It was all metal. A hallway warped into what could only loosely be labeled a "prison". More appropriately, it could have been called a "trophy room". There were, indeed, limbs attached to strange places -- spitting sparks and twitching feebly. A head dangled from the ceiling, suspended on cabling and wires. Other body parts decorated walls, formed bars over doorways.
Ironhide marched through it without so much as blinking an eye. As if he didn't see it at all.
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More than just some metal. It was all metal. A hallway warped into what could only loosely be labeled a "prison". More appropriately, it could have been called a "trophy room". There were, indeed, limbs attached to strange places -- spitting sparks and twitching feebly. A head dangled from the ceiling, suspended on cabling and wires. Other body parts decorated walls, formed bars over doorways.
Ironhide marched through it without so much as blinking an eye. As if he didn't see it at all.
"Keep up. This is bad territory."
... Or maybe it was out of habit.